Rome reached his off hand out for the cigarette and stuck in between his lips unlit. He hated the things but it camoflauged the smoke coming off his skin. He could feel Rin getting anxious and quickly retreated back from Eddy with a solid thank you middle finger before heading back to his locker to load up the rest of his weapons. The entire Motley crew was here and ready now and like clockwork Walker stood up on a nearby bench and gave his bear-stanced rendition of a mission briefing. Walker started explaining the situation and Rome just listened towards the back of the crew while loading up his trusty [url= http://www.gunsandammo.com/files/2011/12/300px-Rifle_AK-47.jpg]old Ak-47[/url]. Not many bells and whistles like most of the others here. No red dots, no laser, scopes, auto-targeting flying watchamacallits just good ol' ironsights and about three pairs of taped together 30-round magazines full of 7.62×38 made of sturdy steel shoved into his flak vest, not this polymer based crap that they served dinner to him on. Worse case scenario he could jam a mag in a mans skull... then pull it back out and finish reloading it. Remember back in spetznaz they would often purposely fill the Kalashnikovs full of mud and sand and instruct trainees to "shake and fire" it would go boom every time. Why trade reliability for bells and whistles that [b]can[/b] and [b]will[/b] go wrong? Remembering the saying that his father once told him "These were built in the time that men were men and women were too!" The voice of his father echoed through his mind. Rin couldn't help but laugh at the motto. Slinging it over his shoulder he grabbed a small boot knife with a partial serrated edge on one side and slid it into one of his long calved boots. He was about to grab a small satchel full of M80 grenades but almost as if walker said it straight to him the demand for no explosives stopped him dead in his tracks. He had the balls to sneak one in just to be defiant but walking around on an oil rig didnt sit right with a live grenade in his back pocket so he let it go and grabbed a Spetsnaz standard issue survival shovel/axe. 

[B]Your enemy is not human. Your enemy is described as 'flailing corpses with extra limbs and no faces'. If you see something not human, empty the magazine.[/b] 

"Fuck!" He accidently blurted. Of course he got the fucked up mutated things that are questioned to be dead or not. If its dead-reanimated flesh Rin may not be able to help here. Posessing one of these things to have on our side would prove to be very helpfull with Rin at the helm. Rome nixed the helmet and opted for a black Balaclava and IR and thermal vision goggles.... hopefully these things give off heat. Wrapping a throat communicaator collar around his neck before covering it with a Rustic red wool scarf for moderate protection from the elements. Nixing the stereotypes that all russians love the cold. Checking and triple checking the rest of his gear making he's got plenty of ammo and a couple speed loaders for his revolver handy half lost in thought when he heard Walker finish up the briefing with his usual hype-up. Roman just clapped entheusiastically when the others hooted and hollared as if saying "get the fuck on the plane already" obviously the only one who heard it was Rin whom rather enjoyed the speeches knowing well that humans willingly put themselves into suicidal missions for such illusions called "Glory" or "Honor" it was quite amusing... 

[B]"Not you, Red. Gotta have a talk with you."[/B]

"[I]Red[/I]" stopped in his tracks and noticed the suspicious look on walkers face when he reached for his flak. The look of a Bear protecting her cubs.

[B]"When you're out there, you might start freakin' out and shit might start fuckin' with your mind, but under no fuckin' circumstances are you to shoot my men, understood!? I don't care if you think one of them is eating your face, I don't care if I order you to kill the team, it's all in your fuckin' head, got it? If we get so much as one friendly fire incident out there and I have an inklin' that it's you, I'll send you straight to Hell myself, and I know you've seen what's there. And you ain't speak to nobody about this. You get me, Comrade?" [/b]

He knew Walker fairly well by now and knew for a fact that if his team was in trouble he'd rather give his left nut to keep his company safe. If it wasn't obvious before it was obvious now that he would never give the command to shoot his own team and Roman knew this well. He took in the other information about the hallucinations and made a mental note in the back of his head... next to Rin. Pulling up his Balaclava and shoving the now bent and unlit cigarette in his mouth with Walker inches from his face. "I wouldn't waste the bullet... comrade" Romans face emotionless and worthy to be cast in stone. "Just be sure that its not Red versus Blue in there and all will be hunky dory... dah?"